No Answers

My mom tells me that I look pretty today I answer "I'm just going out to play" "You still look pretty my darling" she says in reply I look up at her and ask her why? I never get an answer, they always say you'll understand later But I want to understand now, I'm not a child or a traitor Why have secrets about what you say I'll understand not one day, but today My dad always tells me that he loves me I ask him "Then why do you call me a banshee?" He says "Sometimes I get stressed and I don't know what I say" I yell out as he leaves me "I demand to know why you always stray." As usual I don't get a reply They never tell me why But one day when I have my own child I'll give no answers and drive them wild This poem is forced. I had to write it for school... and I wasn't in the mood to write so..it didnt turn out very well. BUT I did get an A on it =D